Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nigeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.